Fandom NCIS: Hawaii IC

[The Silent Z]

Location:..... Sochi, Russia......
Time:.... 4:34 AM.......
Year:..... 2011.......

{The buyer has ties to our main target, but the objective is getting more difficult as time passes. It's been two weeks since last contact...... I wonder if that handler is alive......} ~ inner thoughts that crossed his mind before seven entered and accompanied the armed buyer that he long awaited. Two years in and still the wait always made him think.... But thinking kept you alive in this job and life sometimes seemed worth living.

"Wolfgang..... Zdravstvuj! I hope you've not waited long my friend." The buyer greeted as his armed guards took seats surrounding his perimeter and eyes as stiff and narrow as ever in their supreme focus. It gave off a cold air about them but spoke highly of their serious and trained nature.

"Dubray...... Didn't think you'd show, thought a dog ran off with your ring or perhaps, you had second thoughts about our arrangement." Wolfgang spoke skipping over the greeting and getting straight at the heart of the matter. A risky play but worth taking if it worked.

"Getting worried.... huh, Wolfgang? *laughs* No worries my friend we make deal and now we drink for making such deal happen." Dubray answered signaling for a bottle and two glasses..... But wait..... something's not right.....

{ Sh**..... Dubray doesn't drink! It's code!}

"I don't get worried, Dubray. I get down to business and hate having my time wasted....." Wolfgang said in turn quietly, slowly reaching behind his back while the other took hold of the glass as vodka began to pour. Eyes maintaining focus as they kept engaged on both Dubray and his armed bodyguards meanwhile his mind kept active in thinking over his next move, trying to trying not to move his thumb around too much to catch notice.

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Location:.......... Honolulu, Hawaii......
Time:...... 3:22 AM........
Year:...... 2018......

"Dubray!!!!!" A man woke up from a cold sweat, body shooting up and forward from a rough sleep before his tired eyes took a survey of the room... Soon realizing it was just another nightmare from his past. Once again feeling like a fool waking in his bed shouting something after one of his various moments from his past. It wasn't a easy task dealing with such things..... but life never came easy for those who lived one or several like the ones this guy has had..... But it was another day and another moment of awaiting for his breath to slow and heart rate to return to more acceptable levels. It was better then plenty of others who were more worthy to draw breath yet didn't make it to today. Between the army, news from home during that time and fighting a war and now trying to combat other crimes and enemies at a more home based location.... Rolf had seen and heard about too many lives who didn't survive yet he did. It kinda drove him. It made him wonder. It was life at its beginning as one Special Agent aimed to find himself again........

Step by step, he'd achieve that goal or atleast die trying and keeping his city and country safe in the meantime.

Several hours later and seemingly a hundred songs having played, Rolf had showered, gotten ready and made himself look good to go with his hair all set, beard tamed and fashion sense completely Rolf style. The agent got on his bike after grabbing all his gear and decided to head in, not too worried about being late today nor too early just in time for whatever case would come next.

After all in Hawaii it was increasingly difficult to complain..... Just enjoy the paradise!

Location:..... NCIS HQ Hawaii..... Rolf's Desk.....
Time: ......7:32 AM.....

Anaxileah SweetRose Queen_Liyah KatieKatz27 Rusty of Shackleford

 

[KatieKatz27]

Location:.......... East Oahu, Hawaii......
Time:...... 6:00AM........

Beep beep beep. The sound of the offending noise rousted Savannah from her relaxed state. Letting out a string of curse words, she reached out and smacked the off button on her alarm clock with much more power than necessary.

Mornings were the worst time of day, in her opinion. Every since she was a little girl she had hated them: woken up at 0600 on the dot. Thanks to her parents, she had been prepped to become a Marine from the getgo— raised with strict discipline. It was just like the saying her dad always quoted by Eugene B Sledge: “Your soul may belong to Jesus, but your a** belongs to the Marines”. Her soul belonged to them well before she turned 18, and they kept a piece of it that she still felt the absence of to this day....but the rest of her now belonged to NCIS. Same goal of making the world a safer and better place, just a different team...a different family.

The petite brunette rubbed sleep from her eyes as she climbed out of bed, going through her typical morning routine on autopilot. As much as she wished she could have stayed in bed, 0600 had been her second alarm. Her first had been set to 0500 as it was every day, and as usual she had kept hitting snooze. She had been somewhat awake since then, taking the time until 6 to just relax and get herself mentally ready for the day as she was not the type of person who liked to just jump out of bed and be fresh faced ready to face anything (not that she couldn’t do it). Waking up took time as she had gotten a bit more lax with her schedule after returning to civilian life. Mostly that was on purpose due to bouts of insomnia. There were many nights spent sitting out on the porch sipping scotch, begging her hands to stop shaking. Not all the scars received over time were physical.

Surfing was one of the more healthy habits to cope, hence why it was the first item on the list of her morning routine. Something about the waves and the rush of adrenaline cleared ones mind. 35 minutes never seemed like long enough, but it had to do.

By the time Savannah was back at her house, gathering her gear to leave, she looked well put together: solid lilac blouse, dark bootcut jeans, and black lace up boots. No amount of breeze could pull any whisps of hair from the tight french braid she sported. All evidence of her “ocean therapy” were gone. Closing and locking her front door, she headed out to her black Toyota Camry, ready for the 25 minute morning commute to work. There were much closer places she could live, but living outside of the city away from all of the tourists had been at the top of her list when she had moved to Hawaii. The drive was well worth it even if traffic sucked.


Location:..... NCIS HQ Hawaii.....
Time: ......7:40 AM.....

Savannah’s soft footsteps couldn’t be heard over the noise and chatter of the office as she entered. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hung heavy in the air. It seemed to be what got the majority of agents through the day, including herself.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Sav greeted playfully, passing by Rolf’s desk. She set her belongings at her own desk before actually turning her full attention to her fellow teammate. “You want coffee?” She inquired, gesturing towards the small communal kitchen area. Leaning her weight against the front of her desk, her fingers tapped against the top to a random beat.

 

[The Silent Z]

Location:..... NCIS HQ Hawaii....
Time: ...... 7:42 AM......

Aside from the waking part and the source of his early wake, the morning wasn't horrible. Rough sleep, habits having that time of the week, month or whatever and whenever it may fall on, where it got the better of him and his coping abilities lacked strength. The problem in itself was Rolf, Rolf was his own biggest enemy when it came to these kinds of issues and speaking freely and sharing openly about his struggles of yesterday that plague him today. But through it all, it was truly a nice day, the weather was fantastic, his apartment had a great view to wake to every morning should sleep allow a more timed awakening.

Now sitting at his desk trying to clear his head and start his brain for the morning and start of his work day. Rolf looked up toward a familiar voice with his tight fitted short sleeve orange and white plad dress shirt and overtopped grey vest fitting snug against him as he moved upward and ignored his jeans that hadn't yet been broken in like the man liked them. "Sunshine?" He smiled with a upward glance and soft playful wink, while dropping a old file on his desk before him, the same old case file he looked through every morning with three weeks apart in between each viewing less of course he was on a assignment and too busy and away to check it again. "I'm flattered, I didn't feel like a sunny guy this morning..... " He chuckled with a kept smile and dimples showing. "Good morning to you too and I'd love a cup, thanks Vannah!" Rolf nodded starting to rise out of his chair still wearing his boots as he hadn't changed out of them since riding his old cherry red Harley into the office this morning.

"Things good for you lately?" Rolf asked lightly of tone and bright of manner looking to start some chatter and get his mind away from other matters.

 

[KatieKatz27]

Location:..... NCIS HQ Hawaii.....
Time: ......7:42 AM.....

Savannah’s lip curved up into her trademark smirk as she rolled her eyes at her teammate, laughing softly. She used her hands to push herself off her desk, moving towards the kitchen area as she responded, “You’ve got a smile on your face and your outfit screams ‘ready to face whatever this day throws at me’ so i’d say you’re doing pretty well for yourself.” Rolf’s outfits were one of many things she always payed attention to in the morning. They were always uniquely him, not anything sloppily thrown together. How a person presented them self to the world said a lot about them.

A huff of annoyance left the female agent’s lips as she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the mugs kept in the upper cabinets. Most things were never short people friendly, unfortunately for her. With practiced ease, coffee was poured into two mugs. Savannah never harassed any of her coworkers about personal details, but from observing, how everyone took their coffee was one thing she knew by heart. Steam rose from the mugs as she handed Rolf his, before taking a sip of her own. Letting out a hum of approval, she let her green eyes meet his hazel ones.

Her nose crinkled a bit at the question. How are you and how are things were two of her least favorite inquiries to answer. There was never a simple or correct response, plus being too vague could come across as rude. A smile covered any unease she was feeling, “Yeah, for the most part things have been going well.” Pausing, she drank more coffee, needing the caffeine, and wanting a minute to think about what she wanted to say. “My new neighbors finally moved in; way too nosey of course. They wouldn’t stop asking, so I told them that I’m involved in marketing. So now they want to take me out to dinner and hear all about my boring office job,” she continued, snorting in an unladylike fashion. Talking about her neighbors was easier than talking about anything else that might be going through her mind. She switched the focus back to him, changing the subject to take the attention off of herself. “What about you? Everything good?” Sav decided it best to not bring up the case file that he had gotten out. It definitely wasn’t the first time she had seen him looking at it. As curious as she was, she knew better than to push people.

 

[The Silent Z]

Location:.... NCIS HQ Hawaii....
Time:.... 7:43 AM.....

A brow raised toward Savannah as she curled her lip and smirked with a laugh whilst her eyes rolled in response to Rolf. Meanwhile his raised brow was accompanied with a smile and returned laugh. "Je Suis Toujours, Bien Au Lever Du Soleil..." Rolf spoke with a accent to match his words of French. "Translation.... I'm always good at sunrise..." He smiled in response a brief and veiled expression to his nights as of late while still speaking on his mornings look. "And thank you! Glad Rolf style lives strong." One thing Rolf had always ensured was his look would be him and not another's. He liked style but preferred his to any others as he wasn't one to adhere to one set way for clothes, he liked to blend styles til he found what fit his personality which meant jeans, shorts, occasionally khakis with any number of button shirts with a vest or simple performance shirts without sleeves and a pair of trunks. It was comfort meets casual meets business and that was basically Rolf style.


"You ever notice offices, buildings, homes are always built for us taller folk?" He chuckled noticing Savannahs huff at having to reach the mugs in the upper cabinets, meanwhile he leaned back against the counter next to her and folded his arms. "Even the controllable like mugs are working against those less tall." He added providing some small talk as the coffee was ready and poured into each mug. "Cheers to thy morning!" Rolf spoke taking the mug and nodding his head in thanks. A black coffee with a small touch of milk was all he took with his coffee and once he felt that steam rise to his face, he softly blew on the coffee before taking a sip and approving of the caffeine hitting his system upon drinking some more beyond the initial sip.

Now letting his hazel eyes turn toward and meet Savannahs green eyes, he nodded realizing his question wasn't a favorite nor desired way to converse with people as that could be a very loaded question that people just didn't want to answer. In truth Rolf was never one to answer that kind of question openly and truthfully, but to his surprise Savannah smiled and answered continued by speaking of her new neighbors. Rolf listened carefully while drinking his coffee and nodding with a smile. "Good.... Good to hear." Rolf replied at how she was doing. "Marketing? Wow..... never choose something that can hint at exciting." Rolf chuckled though marketing was a office job and quite boring from what he'd imagine yet he figured when people heard marketing they thought commercials, celebrities and funny ads without realizing the odds of a marketing job doesn't always mean the fun and glamorous side. "New neighbors are rough though... I feel for you. Til this day my neighbors think I'm simply a postal worker with a side job of delivering newspapers." Rolf added that way his hours kept could never draw attention from his neighbors and his work couldn't possibly hint at something exciting..... though his college degrees did raise questions from those who saw them on his wall. But still a perceived failure was preferable to him then nosy neighbors watching his every move and asking too many questions.

When the topic changed from Savannah to him and how he was doing in a turn of the question. Rolf briefly paused as flashes of his relived past this pre-rise morning once more entered his mind and were pushed out again as his eyes returned to meet Savannah's accompanied by a smile though he did briefly glance at that file. "I'm good..." He started to share offering assurance that all was well even if part of it all was just a attempt to quiet himself and assure more then anything. "I went for a ride last night and hit the little gym where I work out, got some voice exercises in while doing what I do and stayed out after close.... just cruising the island." Rolf smiled a bit. Voice exercises often was another way of saying he was singing. The team here each had their own way of coping with things, Rolfs was a variety of ways which always changed back and forth from one to the next, working in one form or another til he physically dropped was one of his ways and the other was usually more self destructive tendencies. But that aside, Rolf always checked on others as casually as he could and loved the atmosphere the team provided, noticing the small things they each revealed and did, the conversations and joking they could have and the experiences. Mornings like this were a nice refresh to have.

{The file should anyone catch a glance at it or take it for a reading while Rolf was away, would see a dossier on a man named Jacque Dubray attached to other intelligence paperwork which mentioned a variety of details and people from a extremist militia to a man named Wolfgang though who the man was hadn't been left unknown only states identity not obtained and last whereabouts also unknown and as no trace was left. It also mentions a Francesca Dubray Aka Monique and many other names with ties to this big time international arms dealer and smuggler furthermore it references a target who's only given name in the file is "Lukas" and another pair of names mentioned in some curious detail is one "Talon" and another "Kousakis". The connection to Rolf remains unclear.}